Halloween may be just about over, or already over if reading this review down the road from posting, but don’t let that stop you from reading this outrageously funny and romantic vampire story.
Set in New Orleans, where lots of spooky stuff is rumored to happen, a (rock) band made up of vampires is trying to figure out what happened during the night. All of them seem to have woken up with a hangover (which vampires don’t get) and with no recollection of the night before. As they search for clues along Bourbon Street, they bump into people who give them clues but they end up with more questions than answers. It seems like Cort turned Katie into a vampire and married her! Could that be true? Stella is mourning her brother Johnny, so why does she suddenly want to have sex with Wyatt?
The book gives you two different love stories which are totally intermingled as the friends try to find out what happened and who gave them what drug that knocked them out. Helping them is a talking parrot. What isn’t helping is getting thrown out of bars with illusions that they did something really bad there the night before. Humor and love go hand in hand as band members wonder in and out of favorite haunts and homes. Surprising answers pop up in unexpected ways along their search which kept me glued to the page.
I hope to see more of this fun group in future books because they are way too much fun for just one book!
When rock-god vampire Johnny Malone commits suicide, the rest of The Impalers gather for an Irish wake and jam session to send their bandmate off in style. But alcohol-laced blood and grief make for one hell of a combination… When her brother, Johnny, dies, Stella Malone’s grief lands her in the buff arms of The Impalers’ bass player. While her tryst with Wyatt had some serious bite, Stella isn’t looking for a relationship, especially after a tipsy argument leads to her getting stuck in bat form at the wake. The rest of the hungover Impalers are in no shape to help her, meaning that Stella’s one night stand is the only one who can help her figure out what really happened last night. Only Wyatt doesn’t have a clue what happened last night, either, nor does he know that Stella is the bat currently dive-bombing his head. But he does have her purse and that has to be a start, right? Or not. On the other hand, there is a priest passed out in the bathtub and an alcoholic parrot squawking about a chapel of love... Which might explain the ring on Berto Cortez’s finger. How did a night of rock ’n’ roll debauchery result in him turning sexy washboard player Katie Lambert into a vampire and then marrying her? He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. But he can’t quite remember, exactly. Which means these four friends turned amnesiac couples have only one choice: hit the famed Bourbon Street for some answers…